Last Arrow in My Quiver
11-19-2016, 12:48 PM
Mercy hadn't given this male enough credit, he was a lot faster than she would have thought for his size. She may be a bit slower, but she was solid muscle through and through. With a growl she saw that he wasn't going to give up on his choice for her muzzle, and the dame hadn't much room to dodge anymore. His chin had tucked towards his chest, his jaws parted and waiting for her. She abandoned hope of her bite, instead attempting to curl her head downward, pressing her chin to her chest, and aimed instead to slam her head against the very center of his chest. The middle of her forehead was aimed for the dead center of his chest, hoping to bump into him as she tossed her weight forward in hopes of shoving him back. Because of her moved position his teeth dug into the back of her head, just an inch below each ear and right around her spine. She hisses as his teeth dug into her flesh, causing moderate wounds that bled freely. The scent of it drove Mercy forward, a guttural growl leaving her lips. The pale woman had been successful in grabbing his paw out from under him, but he was aiming to step on her lifted right front paw. Unable to move much because of his hold on her neck, the dame aimed to quickly pull her right forepaw back towards her own chest so that it was flush with her fur, tucking it up very much like a stork would its leg. Her weight was still shifted to her left, her tail aligned with her spine to aid in her balance. In her current position her chin was tucked into her chest, her shoulders rolling forward as her ears slicked back tightly against her skull. Her three grounded limbs were evenly placed, every toe spread as each nail bit into the surface of the knoll. Her fur was standing on end, hackles raised to their full extend and her purple eyes narrowed. Mercy felt like she was trapped down here, but he wasn't about to get off without a scratch. Growling again, her jaws parted as she aimed to bite down on bottom center of his chest, right before it curved downwards towards his belly. Her upper jaws were aimed just below his sternum, her bottom jaws seeking to grab hold of the flesh just before his first rib. Mercy wanted to bite down firmly, her nose wrinkling from the amount of pressure she hoped to exude. Hoping to get a good grip on him, she was aiming to do as much damage as possible in hopes that he would let go of her neck. At the same time she attempted to push forward, her back legs locking as she hoped to apply pressure to his chest and knock him down off the knoll. It was a risk she needed to take, if he kept a hold of her when he went down then she would have no choice but to follow. Mercy didn't play it safe though, it was now or never. ------------------------------------------------------------- MERCY vs ELIAS for DOMINANCE Round 2/2 "SPEAK" |
Mercy likes to swear and bite, and she can be unpredictable. She's not always nice, and is quick to jump into a fight. Thread at your own risk.
Mercy has a visible scar from her shoulders down to the middle of her back, in a v like shape. Not all of her art shows this.
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